The Boy

   A flash of white, of black, of blue, of ink. Something more than gray.

   "I like your hair style, it shows off your eyes," A boy says this, his tan faded, with dark hair and bright eyes, tattooed and pierced to the max.

   "...Thanks," I go back to wiping the table, the varnish so glossy, my eyes look up at me instead of looking at the boy who grabbed my intention. 

   "What's your name? I feel like I've seen you before- Do you go to Rose X High?" His words fly out at me, so confusing in the gray.

   "Rose X High?"

   "Roselight Secondary. The high part refers to how most of the student body is perpetually on drugs."

   "Oh."

   "Sooo...? What's your name? Do you go?" Why so many questions? Why care?

  I wipe away my reflection before I answer. "...Hazle. Yes."

   "Short, concise. Perfect. You're in what, tenth, eleventh grade? Would you want to be my friend?"

   I glance at him, his eyes are clear, honest, he doesn't appear to be mocking me. "I don't care. Do what you want."

   "Harsh, but, yay. I made a new friend. I'll see you at school tomorrow." His smile reflect on the table, bright as the sun.

   I turn away, to a new table to wipe, waiting for the crowds to come.

   I see a flash of blue when he leaves, the door swinging open. My world is no longer gray. He gave me the color blue, and it's here to stay.